Here We Are!

Shallow land, weak feet, grains of sand, hearts still beat! Walking straight into a hole, unforgiving state, you have no control. lost on the globe, dust in the sky, tragedy and hope, so lofty and high! walls of black stone, roof of dark grease, each step alone, some resting in peace! sound of ambulance, stuck …

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The Doorbell

I woke up to the high pitched sound of my doorbell. I cursed "Who the hell is it at this hour?". I was travelling as part of work and after a long, hard day managed to put my self to sleep on the hard hotel bed with great difficulty. My fingers searched for my glasses …